Revived

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The sternum 

cracked.

Collapsing 

Into my lungs. 

To reach 

My silent heart. 

Hands Pumping Praying 

For a beat.

The thread that bind me,

To reality,

A mere wisp, 

Eroded, 

By bitterness,

Trembles. 

Threatening to snap.

Somewhere in there,

Hazily swirling, 

are thoughts,

Of

You. 

A delicate cord appears.

Slow soft thumps 

Echoing 

Into the chamber of my 

Broken 

Ribs. 

The darkness lifted 

Pain enters my body

I am alive. 

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